A Little Tale of a Father and a Daughter

After my wife and I were married, we had a little girl. We named her Sandra, and she was a joy to us. Sandra and her mother were so much alike. My wife emphasized the similarity and went everywhere with our daughter dressed in matching outfits. We both spoiled Sandra, but neither one cared.

We put off having another child again and again, and the years passed. My wife told me she was pregnant again. Suddenly, she was gone, killed by food poisoning at a local fast food place. I couldn't believe it had happened. In the morning she had been her usual lovely self, and by the next dawn she was gone. Only my obligations to our child helped me keep myself together. When my little girl and I came home from the hospital that morning, I knew my purpose in life was to make our little girl happy. Over the next nine years, we became very close.

It was hard to see my little girl become a woman, and even harder to see her change into a beautiful, young lady, so reminiscent of her mother. I began to have dreams of my wife, who appeared very young, very nubile, and very innocent.

One night I was looking for a book and found that some sex manuals my wife had purchased had been re-arranged on the shelf. Well, I thought, I guess I don't have to tell my little girl about sex. I felt a bit relieved by that.

Before going to bed at night, Sandra would always come into the family room to say good night to me. As my daughter became older and more mature, the flimsier her nightwear became. By fourteen she was wearing only panties and a thin top. I caught myself staring at her virginal, perfect body and had to force my eyes away from her and drive the impure ideas from my brain. I could not help but notice how her young pussy filled out the space between her legs and how her young breasts stretched out the sheer fabric of her top, barely holding back her sharp nipples, which appeared ready to rip through the taut fabric.

After she kissed me chastely on the forehead and turned around to walk to her bedroom, my eyes would follow the flow of her young hips, and I would watch her tight ass sway. Now older, her pelvis had flared out like a little lady. As soon as she was out of sight, I would notice my cock was straining for release. I would then wait until I was sure she was asleep and stroke myself off, not needing any porno video or smutty magazine.

I was always looking in on her sleeping form, seeing how her sleep had twisted and disarrayed her clothing, revealing the plumpness of her labia and part of a pink areola. Once or twice an entire breast was visible to my wanton eyes. How much I hated myself for thinking evil as I looked upon her.

One evening as I was walking down the hall toward my bedroom, I looked in on Sandra once again. After I had watched her for a while, I suspected that she was not really sleeping. My daughter's breathing was too audible and her eyelids seemed to be quivering. I made a pretense of pulling her blanket straight and quickly left the room.

After that my daughter seemed to change into a even more seductive and enticing young lady. When I walked down the hallway, the bathroom door would open, and my daughter, wearing only a towel, would suddenly squeeze past me on her way back to her room. Almost always she would brush against me with only the towel tightly wrapped around her body. Now and then her towel loosened and fell open, giving me a glance at her smooth flesh. Then one morning she stopped in front of me clad in a small, damp, and clinging towel.

"Daddy, don't forget to pick me up at Darlene's house tonight." I looked down and gazed on her slim body with her small, firm breasts right there inches from my eyes. I could see down as far as her nipples. This was only a pretext, I realized, to allow me to see her womanhood.

"Uhh... yeah, no problem," I gulped. She knew I wanted her, wanted her so bad that I ached. She turned to walk away and the towel slid from her youthful body. I saw everything: her silky smooth legs, her soft pubic fur, her tight stomach, her round, firm breasts, and finally her face with its expression of feigned surprise. My daughter said nothing, but her eyes could see mine evaluating her body. Quickly she bent down and grabbed her towel, pressing it against her front.

"Oh, I'm sorry, daddy", She mumbled as she backed toward the bathroom with the towel clutched under her neck. I saw a small smile flicker across her pretty face.

I stood there. She looked at my face and ran into the bathroom, giving me a nice look at her bare round ass and slim legs. I stood there confused about what just happened. I shook my head and went to my bedroom, waiting until she was in bed so that I could relieve the huge tension she had caused in my swollen penis. I undressed and lay in my bed in just my shorts. In the darkened room my eyes still saw her nakedness, just as she had been only minutes before. I could help myself; I wanted her even though I knew our love was wrong. How could I want so young a girl, and my own daughter too?

Later after Sandra had been in her bedroom for a half hour, I began to relieve myself, stroking my hard cock with her image in my mind. I saw her nakedly hovering over me, running her hands lasciviously across her naked skin, wanting me as much as I wanted her. Just as I came, I thought I heard a noise outside my door, but I was too distracted by the moment to care about it.

I woke up and saw that it was two in the morning. I got up and walked to the bathroom in by boxers to relieve my bladder. I did not bother with the light because a night-light was on, giving me enough illumination. I lifted up the toilet seat, pulled my dick through my boxers, and began to drain myself. After I started, I heard the door creak open. I turned my head and in the dim light saw my daughter standing in the doorway. She looked at my cock as the last few drops dripped into the bowl. She had seen me naked in the past, but it had been a while.

"I'm sorry, daddy", She murmured softly. "I didn't know you were in here." She turned and ran off to her room. When I finished, I went to the door of her room to speak with her. I knocked on the door. I wanted to know now what was going on.

"Um, baby doll, I need to speak to you," I said as I tapped once more the door. I heard the latch click and the door silently opened. Sandra popped her head out and smiled.

"Hi daddy", She said, "What is it?"

"I'm sorry. I should have locked the door, but I thought you were asleep," I said, looking at her in the dim light.

"That's Okay, daddy. I'm a big girl now." With that I nodded my head and turned back to my bedroom. I knew she was a big girl.

"Daddy?" I heard her voice behind me. I turned my face back to her. I could see her face reflecting the bathroom nightlight.

"Yes?" I asked softly.

"Could I ask you something?" she asked.

"Go ahead... ask me," I replied. I turned toward her.

"Is your... you know... your penis all right?"

"Yes, why are you asking something like that?"

"I peeked into your room before, and you were punishing it."

"No, I wasn't, baby doll, I was just a little excited, and I had to calm myself down."

"Did I make you exited?" She asked in a soft, quiet voice.

"Just a little, baby." She was looking down at my boxers, and I already knew my cock had swollen up, but I was hoping it did not show. I turned away from her and walked to my room. "Let's talk about this in the morning, sweetie-baby." I had to get away, or, who knows?

"Sure, daddy, that would be fine," she said to me before I closed my door, my mind churning with mixed and illicit thoughts. I got underneath the blankets and closed my eyes, trying to shut out what was happening. Some minutes later, I heard a click and knew the light on my bedstand was on. I opened my eyes to see Sandra standing right there.